Panty Ho's
Charise shook the bars of her cell in frustration. “Why are we here?” she shouted in frustration
“If you pipe down,” a white man told her as he walked into view, “I’ll tell you why you’re here.”
The black girl glared at the man and his partner. “Fine then. Do it. Tell us. Why are we here?”
The detective was unfazed by the girl’s reaction. He stared blandly back at the black woman behind the bars. “You were arrested on charges of prostitution,” he told the girl.
Charise shook the bars again. “But I keep telling you guys that. We’re … not … prostitutes.”
The man just smiled back at the girl. “I guess that’s what we’re here to find out then, aren’t we?”
The black girl blinked uncertainly at the detective and at his friend. “How are you going to do that?” she asked uncertainly.
“Well, first of all,” the detective told her, “you two are going to put on a little demonstration for us. You two are going to show us your bodies.”
The black girl looked a little uncertain. “Don’t you have to, you know, um, have a female detective for that?”
The other black woman in the cell turned and looked at the trouble maker. “Relax, honey,” the woman said. “They’re cops. They can do whatever they want.”
“But … but … but–“
The detective just smiled at her. “Come on,” the man told her. “Take that dress off and let us see that body.”
The girl looked from the detective to the other woman in the cell and back to the detective. “B-b-but,” stammered helplessly, “you can’t do this to us. We’re not whores.”
“I don’t know that,” the man told her, “but you got a dress that’s short enough to get my attention, so one way or the other, I’m going to see what you have underneath it.”
The black girl looked down at herself and it was almost as if she noticed the shortness of her dress for the very first time. It was short. The dress hugged every little curve of her body and its hem barely managed to edge its way down to the tops of her thighs, and then the girl looked at her tits which seemed almost eager to find some way to burst their way out of her tight, little dress, and then she looked back at the officer and sighed with resentment. What could she do?
She was sliding the zipper down the back of her dress even as her cellmate did the same, and then she was shimmying her way out of the dress, letting it fall at her feet. She looked back at the officer as she stood there in just her bra and panties. “Is this what you wanted to see?” she asked.
“You’re getting there,” the man told her. “Now, take off your bra.”
“What?!”
“You heard me. Take it off.”
“B-b-but–“
“I said take it off.”
Charise looked at her cellmate. She could see the other woman was already complying with the man’s order, and again, Charise sighed. Again, she thought, what could she do. She unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra and she sighed just a little as she freed her tits from their restraints.
“Now,” said the man, “let’s see how well you do this next part. Sit your asses down on that bench, and I want to see you finger your pussies.
She was still wearing her panties, Charise thought. At least the man had not ordered her to take them off, but what he had ordered was bad enough. She thought about resisting for just a moment, but she decided that resisting would only make things worse, so after only a moment of hesitation, Charise found herself sitting on the bench and spreading her legs as she worked her fingers and her panties against her cunt.
It surprised Charise to learn just how wet this was making her. How could this be making her wet, she wondered, and yet, there was no doubt that it was.
The black girl stifled a moan as she worked her panties against her clit. Oh geez, she thought, that was good. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see her cellmate doing the same thing, and somehow, that seemed to excite Charise even more.
“Yeah, that’s it,” the detective told the two women. “You just keep working those panties against your cunts.”
Charise’s mouth was hanging open as she continued to work that hand between her legs. Her breathing was heavier than it had been before and her eyes were a little unfocused as she looked up at the men watching her, and then even as she watched them watching her, she lifted up a hand to squeeze one of her full, round tits.
Charise couldn’t help it. She let out a low, whimpering moan. She didn’t care who heard it. All Charise cared about was getting herself off. She really, really needed to get herself off.
She momentarily pulled her hand from between her legs and then she shoved it down inside her panties. She moaned again as her fingers found her pussy and then she moaned again as she pushed a finger deep inside her wanton hole. She didn’t care if these men were watching her. She didn’t care if they were seeing her masturbate. All she knew was that she needed to get herself off and she needed it bad.
If the moans coming from her cellmate were any indication, she was thinking pretty much the same thing but Charise didn’t care about her. Her hand squeezed her tit even as her fingers worked her cunt. She needed to cum. She needed it bad.
Charise knew the men could see everything her hand did. That would have been true even if she had been wearing plain, white cotton panties, her panties pulsing to the hump of her finger. But it was more than that. Charise’s panties were sheer. She knew the men could see everything and that turned her on even more. She wanted them to see. She wanted them to know what she did.
Charise’s hand squeezed her tit again. It wouldn’t take long now. She was already on the verge. Just a little bit more.
The black girl moaned as her finger finally did the trick. She could feel her pussy juices running freely as her cunt squeezed her embedded digit and she moaned again. Damn, she loved cumming like that.
The other woman was cumming, too, but Charise didn’t care. All she cared about was her pussy and that embedded finger and how good it felt. She wanted more.
The men were impressed with both their performances, it seemed. “If it walks like a whore, if it talks like a whore, and if it cums like a whore, then it must be a whore,” said the first one.
“Ain’t you forgetting something?” asked his partner.
“You’re right there, Sam. I almost forgot. Cumming like a whore ain’t enough. Let’s see if you two can fuck like whores.”
“What do you want us to do?” Charise asked cautiously.
“First things first,” the man told her. “Let’s see you little panty ho’s take off those panties of yo’s.”
Charise looked at the man and then she looked at the other woman but she knew arguing was pointless. Silently, she slipped her panties down her legs.
“Excellent,” the man told her. “Now set your ass down there and hold your tits together because I know I want to fuck you.”
The girl glared at the man but again, she knew arguing was pointless. She simply glared back at him and then without saying another word, she laid down on the floor of the jail cell and she pushed her tits together as she waited for the fucking that was sure to come from the white man’s cock.
The detective didn’t waste time on small talk. He just knelt between the black girl’s legs and then he was pushing his cock up against her cunt. The girl moaned as she felt him at her womanly gate and then she moaned again as he pushed his way inside.
Charise moaned as she felt the man’s intrusive dick and then she just kept on moaning because it felt so good. Her fingers worked her nipples as she felt the man work his cock inside her and the black girl moaned again. She liked that cock.
Charise moaned again as that cock stroked the inside of her cunt. There was no doubt about it. She really li
ked that cock.
The detective seemed to read her mind. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you, whore?”
“Oh yeah,” Charise moaned as that thing again stroked the inside of her c
unt. She liked it a lot.
Charise moaned again. In spite of herself, she loved the feel of that cock in her cunt, and she just kept on moaning as the man reamed out her cunt. She loved that cock.
Her fingers pulled on her nipples as that cock stroked her harder and her moans got harsher and more intense. She was throwing her black body back at that cock even as the man pushed himself even deeper inside her and she pulled on her nipples even harder. Just a little bit more, she thought. Just a little bit more.
The girl screamed as her pussy gripped the embedded cock and then she just kept on screaming as that cock rocked her body. She was cumming hard and there was nothing she could do to stop herself. She was cumming so fucking hard.
The man pulled his cock out of Charise’s tight pussy and he slid himself up over her body. “You like this cock, don’t you, whore?”
Charise could only gasp and nod her head at the cock’s removal from her cunt and then the man was moving up over her body and he was pressing his cock against her lips. “Suck that cock,” he told her. “Suck it good.”
All resistance was gone. Charise simply opened her mouth and welcomed that cock inside. She did as she was told and she sucked the detective good.
The detective grinned as he pulled his cock from the black girl’s mouth. “Push your tits together,” he instructed her and again Charise did as she was told.
The man pushed his cock between the girl’s fleshy mounds and Charise moaned again. She couldn’t help herself. She liked her big, black tits, and she liked it when men liked them, too.
And besides, this detective had such a big, fat cock. It felt so good sliding between her tits. She wanted him to do this. She looked up at him with eager eyes. She wanted him to fuck her tits. She wanted him to cum all over them.
But that wasn’t what he did. The man kept fucking her tits but he didn’t cum. Charise continued to moan, and still the man didn’t cum. Her tits made love to the man’s cock, and still the man didn’t cum.
Charise moaned as the detective pulled his cock from between her tits. “Get your ass up on your hands and knees,” the man told her.
Charise rushed to comply and soon she was standing there on her hands and knees, standing and waiting for the man to enter her.
Charise felt the detective slide in behind her and then she felt the man’s hands caress her butt. The black girl just couldn’t help it. She let out a low moan as those hands caressed her behind and then she felt the man slide his cock between her legs.
The next thing Charise knew, she felt the man’s cock sliding between her legs and then she felt the head of his cock as it pressed up against her cunt. The young girl moaned as she felt that cock press against her love hole, and then she moaned again as she felt the man press his way inside her.
Charise moaned as her body rocked to the rhythm of that cock. Her body rocked and her tits swung and Charise moaned over and over again. Man, she loved that cock.
The girl yelped as the man slapped her butt and then she yelped once more as the man slapped her ass again. “How do you like that, you whore,” the man challenged her. He slapped her ass again and again Charise yelped. “Yeah, that’s right,” the man told her. “I’ll bet you like that a lot. I’ll bet you like having your ass spanked.”
Charise couldn’t say anything. She just stayed where she was and she took it as the man spanked her ass at the same time as he kept filling her pussy with cock. She loved what he was doing to her, and the only thing that would make it better, she thought, would be if he made her cum again.
He was going to do it, Charise realized. He was going to make her cum again. She could feel it happening. She was going to cum so hard.
Charise just screamed as that driving cock pushed her over the edge. Her pussy clamped down on that embedded cock and she screamed again. It felt good. It felt so fucking good.
Charise heard the man grunt and she felt him shove his cock deep inside her clenching pussy, and even as the man held it there, she felt the man shoot his cum in her cunt and it felt so good. “Oh fuck,” the girl screamed. “You’re doing it. You’re cumming inside me. Oh fuck, I want you to do it. Cum inside me.”
The man held his cock in the black girl’s cunt even as his cock continued to shoot. “Tell me you’re a whore,” the man told her.
Charise groaned and then she felt that cock in her cunt, and she knew what she would do. She moaned again as she felt that cock push inside her. “I’m a whore,” she moaned as she felt the cock again. “I’m a whore.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” the man said. “You’re a whore, and as we all know, all whores are good for anyway is fucking. Say it.”
Charise tried to hold her tongue but then the man was pushing his cock inside her again and again, she couldn’t help it. “I’m a whore,” she moaned as her pussy took that cock. “I’m a whore, and all I’m good for is fucking.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” the man told her even as he continued to pummel her little, black cunt with his big, white cock. “You’re a whore and all you’re good for is fucking. You’re a whore and you love my white cock. Say it.”
Again, Charise tried to hold back and again, the detective’s cock got the better of her. “I’m a whore,” the girl moaned, “and I love your white cock.”
Charise moaned as the man pummeled her pussy once more. “That was good,” he told her, “but I’m not sure you mean it. Say it like you mean it.”
Charise moaned again but that cock was just too insistant. The man shoved his cock inside her and Charise moaned again. “I’m a black ‘ho,” the girl moaned, “and I need your big, white cock. I crave your cock. I love your cock. I want you to fuck me. I want you to make me cum.”
“That’s good,” the man told her. “Now, keep going,” and Charise did. She kept begging for the man’s cock. She kept telling him how good he was and how much she needed him. She kept telling him that she needed him to make her cum, and when the man told her to call herself a whore, she did that, too.
She was close, really close, and she knew the man was too.
The man groaned. “Oh yeah, that’s good,” he told her, “and now you’re going to get what every little whore deserves.”
He didn’t have to spell it out. Charise could feel that white cock swell inside her black cunt. She heard the man grunt and even as he did, she felt the first burst of cum inside her black twat, and that was all it took. Charise’s pussy was squeezing that cock for all it was worth as she came, too, and as her pussy wrung every last drop out of that invading cock.
It was only after her orgasm had finally subsided that Charise noticed her cellmate again. The woman was still breathing heavily, and Charise knew that like her, that girl had taken one hell of a fucking.
“Well, I think we’ve proved it. You two bitches walk the walk and talk the talk and you fuck the fuck, too. That must make you whores, but we’re going to cut you two some slack. Get the hell out of here and don’t come back, okay?”
“But we’re not–“
The men weren’t listening to her. They were already walking away.
Charise turned to the other woman. “What are we going to do?”
“I don’t know about you,” the other woman said, “but the night’s still young and I figure I can still go out and turn me some more tricks.”
Charise thought that one over and then she grinned. Yeah, the night was young, and yeah, there still were more tricks to be turned, and yeah, she was a pretty damned good ‘ho.